Against a canvas of crimson twilight, a lone figure emerges: a heretic knight clad in dark, battered armor. The battlefield stretches out before them, scarred by the ravages of war. Flames and smoke twist upwards, as if in protest, while the eclipse casts an ominous glow. The knight's steed charges forward, its hooves pounding the earth, as the very air seems to vibrate with impending doom.
